Chapter 25 #2
When Sebastian speaks, his voice is husky and tender.
“The first moment I saw you, I fell for you. It was like my heart began beating at the rhythm it was supposed to for the first time. Each time I saw you since, I became even more convinced you were meant to be mine. While these last few months haven’t been ideal, I’ll never regret getting to know you so deeply.
Learning everything you like, watching you fall for my daughter, and seeing you trust me more and more each day.
I’ve been half in love with you for years, Isabella, but there’s nothing compared to how my heart beats for you now. ”
I look up at him, and he bends to apply the sweetest of kisses to my lips. The memory of Fernando is erased immediately. I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, with the man that I love, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Sebastian rests his forehead against mine as he pushes us under the water to rinse out the shampoo.
His fingers dance across my hair and back perfectly.
He continues with the conditioner, expertly applying the product where it should go, and he catches my smile.
“This is where having a daughter with long hair has its perks.”
“I guess so,” I laugh. We take turns washing each other’s bodies, then step back into the spray to clean off the soap and conditioner.
Standing there, with Sebastian’s arms tightly around me, I’ve never felt so cherished.
It’s intimate, comforting, and sexy all at the same time.
I gaze up at him, starstruck at his beauty.
His hair, so dark it’s almost black, and how I love it even more when we’re at home, because the unruly locks give him a boyish look.
The perfect brows that arch when he teases me, but cover those deep brown eyes that only sparkle for his daughter and me.
Flawless lips that look best when tipped up in a smirk, but also fit against mine so sublimely.
I stand on my tiptoes, pressing my lips against his.
Sebastian sighs into my mouth as one hand tracks up my spine to grab the back of my head.
He deepens the kiss as he turns me, pressing me into the tile wall.
I shriek against the cold material, but then moan softly as he drops to his knees, taking a nipple deep into his mouth.
“You can do better than that,” he murmurs, circling my nipple with his tongue, before lightly biting the tip.
“Do what better?” I ask, confusion evident in my tone.
“Moan. We aren’t at home, baby. You can get loud.” He sucks harder while pinching the other nipple, and I gasp. He kisses down my stomach. “Nah. I want you to knock the roof off this joint.”
Throwing one of my legs over his shoulder, he attacks my pussy with gusto.
Quickly sliding two fingers inside, he sucks on my clit with the same tempo that he scissors his fingers in and out.
In. Suck. Out. Suck. It’s exhilarating and maddening and oh God, so fucking good.
I clutch his hair with one hand, desperately trying to control his angle, but Sebastian maintains his pattern, never quite giving me enough to fall over the edge.
I growl at him when he stops completely, making him laugh. “I’ll get you off, Isabella. You don’t have to worry.”
“I was right there,” I whine, close to stomping my foot like a toddler .
“And I’ll get you back to that point in a second. Just wanted to look at you. You’re so fucking beautiful. I honestly can’t believe you’re finally mine,” he says quietly, and I look down at him. It’s him who’s gorgeous, with his tousled hair and my essence covering his lips.
“I feel the same way about you,” I reply shyly.
“I love watching you orgasm, because your entire body goes pink. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before. So I might be dragging this out a little bit, because I know it’ll make you come even harder.”
“Wow,” I mumble, my vision going cross-eyed as a wave of pleasure courses through my veins. He’s not even touching me, but his words alone are striking a chord so intense I have to steady myself.
Sebastian switches hands, sliding his left up to tweak my nipple, then onto my chin. I grab my leg behind my knee, holding it up to give him better access. He pushes two fingers into my mouth, then demands, “Suck them as hard as you want me to suck this needy little clit.”
I let out a loud moan. The mouth on this man!
If anyone else spoke to me like this, it would be an immediate dealbreaker.
But with Sebastian, it works. Swirling my tongue around his fingers, I hollow my cheeks and suck, tasting myself on his skin.
Sebastian immediately latches onto my clit as he shoves two fingers inside me, tapping my G-spot again and again.
When his pinkie finger pushes against my back hole, I feel the orgasm barreling toward me like a freight train.
I barely have time to breathe before white-hot pleasure starts at my feet, whipping up my legs and torso, before sliding across my chest and head.
I ride the wave for a minute, forgetting to breathe, and as I crash down with aftershocks, Sebastian catches me, sliding us both down the wall and onto the shower floor.
I shake as I catch my breath, straddling Sebastian with my head on his shoulder. One hell of an orgasm .
“You good, baby?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I mutter, focusing on my heart rate as I come down from the high. Opening my eyes, I find Sebastian’s expression slightly pained. “Are you okay?”
“I really want to come inside you, sweetheart, so you need to stop stroking me,” he rasps through clenched teeth. I look down and find I’m gripping his dick tightly, the bulbous head red and angry looking.
“Oh my God! I swear I didn’t realize I was doing that,” I tell him, scrambling to get out of his lap.
“Any time you want to hold my cock, you’re more than welcome to,” he teases as he grabs me by the waist. “But right now, I need you.”
“Don’t you want to go to the bed?” I ask, pointing out of the bathroom. Although who knows what that bedding has seen. The shower may actually be less germy.
“No. I need you right fucking now,” he says huskily, pulling me to straddle him.
I hiss when the tip of his cock hits my incredibly sensitive clit, and I know a second orgasm will be easily acquired tonight.
I slowly slide down his length, watching as Sebastian’s eyes roll back into his head and he grits his teeth.
Circling my hips, I find I can hit his pubic bone each time, giving me the friction I crave, and Sebastian silently lets me control the tempo as I chase another orgasm.
It’s nowhere near as intense as the first one, but still better than anything I could give myself.
Sebastian waits until my eyes open before he speaks. “Can I take over now?”
I nod, and he wastes no time. His hands clamp on my hips, lifting me up, before slamming me down roughly. I let out a guttural moan as he does it again and again, the growls and snarls coming out of him like a damn aphrodisiac to my pussy.
“I want to try a different position,” he mumbles, pushing me off to the side. He manhandles me so his front is to my back, then positions himself at my core again. “Gonna be intense, baby. Three, four, and five.”
“I’m happy with two,” I murmur, but he doesn’t respond as he pushes into my channel.
The new position means his cock slides along my G-spot, and within a few seconds, I’m coming again.
The fourth orgasm isn’t too far behind, and when I can tell Sebastian is close to coming, he reaches around to pinch my clit between his thumb and forefinger, making me come a fifth time.
“So. Fucking Good,” he growls as he pours himself into my pussy. So good. I almost tell him that I hope I get pregnant, but manage to shut my mouth at the last second. While I think it wouldn’t necessarily make Sebastian run for the hills, I’d rather not scare the crap out of him either.
Five orgasms in a short period of time means my legs are complete mush, and my vagina has a heartbeat.
Sebastian moves me aside, cleans both of us off in the now cool water of the shower, then towels me off.
He deposits me under the covers, turns off all the lights, climbs into bed, and yanks me against him.
I nuzzle into his shoulder and sigh happily. I’m almost asleep when he speaks.
“Marry me,” he whispers, and my eyes pop open.